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"Noëlle, come inside! Dinner's almost ready! Michael returned to the pot filling the quant house with the aroma of beef and caramelize onions. He ladled суп into the ceramic bowls, sprinkled in croutons, and smothered them both in Comté before setting the bowls in the oven. When a pair of bare feet was still absent from the kitchen, the man turned off the духовой шкаф, печь and went back to the кухня door. "Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard или the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his ножны ремень, пояс, пояса and darted out the door. He unfurled his dark wings, ready to take to the dusk sky, but paused and looked back towards the small сарай crouching behind the farmhouse. A warm light glowed from the hay-loft window. He sprinted through the long grass, panting by the time he reached the barn. The сарай door flew open under his shove. "Noëlle?" he shouted. "Ici!" a small voice called from above. A girl stuck her head over the edge of the hay-loft with a wide smile. Her skin had grown dark and freckled from the sun, though not nearly as dark as her mother's had been. Her hair was the same shining umber, but far less curly. She was a conglomerate of her parent's looks even if her personality was far different than either Maivus' или Aleksander's. In the back of his mind was Michael's curiosity over how her twin would have looked and acted. "Noëy, sweetheart, I've been calling you," the man reprimanded in French. "I was playing with the kittens," the nine-year old explained matter-of-factly. She read her care-taker's expression as he crossed his arms and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Uncle Mike." "You know you're supposed to come back to the front yard by dusk," he chided with a soft smile at her guilty nod. "All right, come on down." The child's head disappeared a moment before her bare чулок feet appeared searching for the wooden ladder rungs. Noëlle started to climb down slowly with one hand tucked to her chest rather than on the ladder. Before Michael could ask what was in her hand, one чулок foot caught her yellow flowered dress, and the girl Остаться в живых her hold. She barely got a scream out before her "uncle" caught her, his ebony wings sending dust motes and straw into a frenzy. The man landed gently with the child wrapped in his arms--and saw the startled calico kitten tucked close to her chest. With a sigh, Michael folded his legs and sat on the dirt floor with the teary-eyed girl in his lap. "Noëy, Ты know Ты can't take that baby with you," he reminded her, reluctant to do so when he could feel her trembling in his arms. "She needs to be with his mother and siblings." "But we've taken Котята into the house before!" she argued stubbornly even as she wiped tears from her flushed cheeks. "But those were orphans, without their parents to take care of them," Michael explained gently. Still pouting, the child nodded reluctantly. Her caretaker stood and leapt, reaching the loft with a stroke of his wings, and sat on the edge while Noëlle released the mewing calico to stumble back to her anxious mother. For a moment, the two sat together, watching the tiny fluff balls clamber over one another in Поиск of the most comfortable position in the heap while their mother contently mussed their мех with dutiful licks. Eventually the little girl turned her head to look up at her uncle, and the thoughtful pinch of her brow reminded him distinctly of her father. "Uncle Mike, am I an orphan, since I don't have any parents?" The Вопрос was like a kick to Michael's gut. He focused every ounce of will power on not Показ the pain on his face, though his wings instinctively curled inward to shield the child in his lap from the forces behind the inquisition. "No, mon ange, of course not," he assured once he found his voice. "Your papa is alive and loves Ты very much. He has to take care of some things in America before he can come to live with us. We've talked about this, remember?" The child sat back against her caretaker with a sigh, looking towards the mother cat and her babies. "But he's been gone forever, Uncle…What if he never comes back?" "He will," Michael assured automatically. When Noëlle kept her longing gaze affixed on the feline family, he picked up the girl and set her on a сено, сена bale, kneeling to be eye level. "Noëy, Ты will never be an orphan. Ты will ALWAYS have me and my love, no matter what, understand?" "Even if Papa never comes back?" When he hesitated, hoping to correct her, Noëlle threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. "Promise!" His arms instinctively, protectively wrapped around her. "I promise, sweetheart." There was a finality to the promise that made his сердце feel heavy in his chest, but the girl shot up, a grin lighting up her eyes and dissipating his disdain. "Okay," she agreed, hopping up. "Can we eat ужин now? I'm starving!" "Of course. Let me help Ты down the ladder." The man stood and climbed down from the сено, сена loft, then reached up and lowered his ward to the floor. She trotted to the сарай door before realizing he had gone back up the ladder. "Uncle Mike!" she called. "What are Ты doing?" There was a myriad of squeaks and mews in answer before the winged man came back down the ladder with an egg basket on his arm. Within was nestled the mound of kitten. Noëlle's eyes lit up, and before she could worry over the mother cat, the calico appeared at the вверх of the ladder. She balanced at the вверх a moment before leaping cleanly to the dirt floor, as if she had performed the same action a dozen times in pursuit of mice, and trotted after the man carrying her Котята in one arm and the little girl on his shoulder. He may not have been her father, but Michael could ensure with all his might that the little girl would always feel the Любовь of an entire family.

“Dammit, I though no one would be here.” Quickly she went over to Rene and shook her. “Rene! Wake up! You’re Rene, not Cosette!!” Blade pulled Tess off of Rene and threw her on the floor. Rene woke up quietly without anyone noticing.

“Tess, we can’t do that to her!” Blade whisper shouted.

“And why is that?”

“Because she’ll get utterly confused, sad, and she’ll have no idea what the hell anything is!”...

Name: Sarah ClancyAlias: "Angel" As called by the battle front.Appearance: Sarah is a girl with long silvery white hair and Золото eyes. She wears the standard uniform of the afterlife school, white knee-high socks and brown loafers and a pale blue barrette on the back of her hair.Powers/skills: Hand Sonic: Calls forth a single blade или a pair of blades on each hand. The blades are capable of slicing through steel или even easily dispatching of Shadows. ◾Hand Sonic [Version One]: Regular shape resembling a longsword. ◾Hand...

Thursday 12:00 am Saudi Arabia"We've been out here forever Jake are Ты sure they're attacking here?" Daniel speaks through his communicator."Yes Daniel I'm sure." Jake responds to him aggravated. Just then Mirajane and Rin walk out."Keep down!"he tells him and they see what Rin and Mirajane are doing."Too bad the others couldn't make it cause this is gonna be hella fun." Rin smirks evily,"Yep. Sure enough." Mirajane adds and drops a big brown box on the ground. She then opens it and a bunch of machine Оружие and grenades drop out of it. Jake's eyes widen to the sight of all of them. 'What the...

((Okay.. first graphic fanfic. This has cursing, a rape scene, and a sex scene! So I AM WARNING Ты here, if Ты don't want to read this just hit back and ignore this completely! Thank Ты ^-^ Also it's a song fic! The Song is "Your Guardian Angel" by "The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus" Not the best song but I was listening to it.. :) SO why not!!))

A Demon's Love.

She backed up into an alley, as four 'roided men surround her. She reached for the gun in her boot. Nothing. She hissed under her breath,"Fucking Bloodmist."

The men closed in, they didn't say anything just moved closer. Blade pulled out...

(So I haven't been on in quite awhile, I'm going to change that, I need an escape from Uni... Expect stories, Rps and general mischief!I thought the best comeback would be to re-introduce my little bastards, everyone seems to be trying this format so.... Enjoy!)

Name: Adrian Rudder (Not known except for two people)Age: 20Alias: SnakePower/skills/: At the moment, Snake is know for his ability to train almost all snakes and speak for them, along with distributing venom from his fang like canines. As for his skills, Snake is trained in hand-to-hand combat.Appearance: Snake stands at 5'9 and has a very slender build. His eyes are a like a snake's eyes, a bright yellow that contrasts against his silvery-gray hair. Snake is quite pale, only having a few rough patches of scales scattered along his body, the most prominent one on his cheek. As for clothing,...

My little baby... Meet Vulpes... He is based off of "THE VULPES INCULTA" from my new, and latest obsession, Fallout: New Vegas.. All rights belong to Bethesda Gaming Studios and the other creators of the game. I did change up some things *Cough* The Legion and his past *cough* To fit the modern день time of our little OC universe, but mostly everything else, including looks, personality, and the 'gang' leader, is based off his charrie and other notes from the game..

Name: Tyrion BlackwellOcupation: Undeath king of MorteAge: Looks 19 Beceas he diet at thad ages but he is еще than 900 years old beceas he is imortal.Powers: imortal, can open a portal fore transportation, can heal both the death and the livng ( by use of magik), has verry basik magik.Skills: traind in midieval combat and stratagies sindes his birth, master sword figter, artcer ( basikly al skills receird of a king, i am to lazy to type them al out), hase an army at his comand, his elite and most feard troops are the buckriders ( based on a semi truw dutchs legend)Opinion of the team: his...

Sorry this is sooooooooooooo very late!!!! And sorry it's short!!! But I can't reveal too much yet. Not the time for such things~

His fingers held the game piece in hand as he examined the board. The opponent across from him waited patiently for the Переместить to be made. He examined his thoughtful friend. The dark hair that lay across his forehead and fell into his eyes was unruly and, as always, unkempt. But it had a certain air of style that worked with everything and anything the young man wore. His flashing amethyst eyes were at the moment clouded over with thought and indecision. The tan skin...